“If I agree to help you, do you swear on your power that you will perform no act either word, deed, or omission to cause me harm? Answer all of my questions fully, and ensure my safety for as long as you are in my care?” I had dreamed that up in case I ever had to make a deal with someone from Outland or Faerie.
“On my power?” She asked. Her voice wasn’t carrying any less pain, but she managed to convey that she had no idea what I meant.
“It means that if you break your word, you lose your magic,” I said. That wasn’t strictly true, but it wasn’t a lie either. Words have power—people give them power. Swearing something on your power was using a bit of that power infused into the words. Break that promise, break that power, and it took forever to come back. If you did it enough times, it w
